The Shore - Part 2

I return again to that shore at last, Not so distant a voice murmurs softly from the past, Those memorable tones sooth and uplift, A wave with each breeze offers a welcome back gift. A grain of sand brings about many more, As toes wrestle deeply in your bleach white shore, How should I pray in awe of your sight? This mighty stroke of art no mortal can enlight. I peek to hear your subliminal voice, One of chance and not by choice, This pure rich nature leaves nothing to endure, Your methods are solid and your heart is pure. I prepare again as I make my leave, What possesses my duty is hard to conceive, One last kiss seals my vow to return, To a shore whose whispering waves I yearn. ....................................... Published: 05/21/2017 Contest: basic rhyming words Sponsor: Ir0nic Zink